The museum spreads its surfaces everywhere, and becomes an untitled collection of generalizations that mobilize the eye.
Artists are expected to fit into fraudulent categories.
Museums are tombs, and it looks like everything is turning into a museum.
Objects in a park suggest static repose rather than any ongoing dialectic. Parks are finished landscapes for finished art .
Establish enigmas, not explanations.
Cultural confinement takes place when a curator imposes his own limits on an art exhibition, rather than asking an artist to set his limits.